Gancena

“Yep. Nope. We have a problem.” It was relatively late the next morning, and Gancena had spoken when she returned to Red hanging onto a short fence overlooking Route 17, Kanto’s Cycling Road. It was a long bridge over the sea, occupied exclusively by bicyclists. Exclusively. There was no pedestrian route. She had just asked the guard. Red looked at her. “What is it, Gancena?” “Red, this is Cycling Road. It’s the fastest way to Fuchsia City, but they’ll only let you on if you have a bike. I don’t know about you, but not only do I not have one, but even if I did, I don’t actually kn

“Yep. Nope. We have a problem.” It was relatively late the next morning, and Gancena had spoken when she returned to Red hanging onto a short fence overlooking Route 17, Kanto’s Cycling Road. It was a long bridge over the sea, occupied exclusively by bicyclists. Exclusively. There was no pedestrian route. She had just asked the guard. Red looked at her. “What is it, Gancena?” “Red, this is Cycling Road. It’s the fastest way to Fuchsia City, but they’ll only let you on if you have a bike. I don’t know about you, but not only do I not have one, but even if I did, I don’t actually kn

“Soren?” “Good evening, Commander. What can I do for you?” “Well… I just wanted to talk to you.” “…All right. What is it?” “Soren… I haven’t told anyone about this yet, but… I’ve been planning…” “Planning what?” “To travel.” “Travel? Where?” “I don’t know… just to… see what’s out there. Beyond Tellius.” “…And when do you plan to do this?” “As soon as we can be sure that there’s peace all throughout the continent.” “…And… and when did you plan on

You've never really been made to practice anything in your life – not studying, not piano, not friendship, not games. But you wanted to please your mother and then you wanted to play when she was looking at something else. That's not bad, but you're older now. You don't have to please anyone but yourself. You've been learning the hundred lores for years now without ever getting tired of them. Once a year, you migrate to a different specialty, but you don't ever forget what you learned, not really, not really. Who is Old Bird? What is in the Outworld? Where would I go if I wanted to find the physical copy of the blood pact? Why was Zero born?

First, let’s talk about your artistic origins. When and how did you learn to draw? Did anyone’s style influence you along the way? Mostly, I'm self taught. I've liked to draw for as long as I can remember. I took your general art classes in middle and high school and have a two year degree in digital animation but I think I've learned more from practice and observation than anything else. I can't say there's any one artist who influenced me especially. I started getting into anime and manga when I when in middle school and first starting to think of art as a possible career path. That probably shows in my style at least to some ex

For Them, To Them A Multiuniverse Fiction in an Original Setting Rated T for language and references to violence, among other, currently unknown things Prologue: Foreword All throughout this text, I speak of places as if to foreigners or travelers. If you are a native or resident of the setting of my story, I apologize for taking all this time and space to reiterate the traits of the place you’re already familiar with. You can go on ahead to the first chapter, if you’d like. I do ask, however, that all who are foreigners read and heed my words. My birth name is not a prized possession of mine. I only let my mother say or write

Open A slightly AU Mortal Kombat Fan Fiction A counterpart to From a Woman’s Point of View by natashaheisenburg Rated T for violence, language and suggestive themes Chapter 1 In the wilds of Outworld, there were hunters and there were the hunted. This had always been so, and always would be. The majority of the hunts were between animals – predator and prey, both struggling to survive. However, these hunts were necessary for a balance of life within many realms, particularly larger ones, which was why such hunts were not exclusive to the empire. Some hunts involved Outworld’s people, though not necessarily over food…

“Yep. Nope. We have a problem.” It was relatively late the next morning, and Gancena had spoken when she returned to Red hanging onto a short fence overlooking Route 17, Kanto’s Cycling Road. It was a long bridge over the sea, occupied exclusively by bicyclists. Exclusively. There was no pedestrian route. She had just asked the guard. Red looked at her. “What is it, Gancena?” “Red, this is Cycling Road. It’s the fastest way to Fuchsia City, but they’ll only let you on if you have a bike. I don’t know about you, but not only do I not have one, but even if I did, I don’t actually kn